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"You keep saying that," she says.

"Because it's true,” I say simply.

She watches me for a moment before spreading her legs for me.

It's an invitation I'm more than happy to accept.

Chapter Fourteen

Blair

He's on me in a second.

He covers my body with his, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against me.

His lips find mine in a hungry kiss. The ferocity of it tells me he's been holding back.

I can feel his cock pressed tightly between my legs, the hard length nestled between my hips.

I rock my hips against him.

"Easy, dolcezza," he murmurs against my lips, but his hips rock right back, seeking more friction.

"No," I say. "Fuck me, Diego."

I am past teasing. Past games. Past pretending this is anything other than what it is.

This is what I want. This is what I've been wanting all damn day. He's all I've thought about since I locked eyes with him across the room and watched that wicked smile spread across his face. That smile made me want things I had no business wanting from a man I barely knew.

"You would make demands of me?" he says, and there's a playful quality to his tone. "You think you're in such a position?"

He's trying to tease me. The strain in his voice betrays him. He's just as gone as I am.

Before I can tease him back, he shifts, and his cock glides smoothly between my folds, nudging my clit.

I gasp, my hips bucking.

I'm wrong. Dead wrong.

He does it again. Slowly. Almost leisurely. Certainly torturously. Dragging his cock through my wetness, teasing my clit. Over and over and over again.

"Diego," I pant, sliding my nails down his back. "Oh, God."

He leans back, and my hands slide off him, leaving me scrambling for purchase on the sheets. He simply takes them in his own, lacing his fingers with mine. He pins my hands to the bed on either side of my head and continues his torture.

"I could do this all day," he says, his dark gaze locked on mine. "Just watch you squirm. Feel you get wetter and wetter."

I can't even form a coherent response. I just arch my back, my body silently begging him for more.

But he doesn't give in. He takes his sweet, sweet time. He's enjoying this. Enjoying watching me lose my mind. And God help me, I'm enjoying it, too.

I want to tell him to stop. I want to tell him to never stop. I want to scream. I want to cry.

Instead, I just watch him. Watch the way the moonlight catches the dark planes of his face, the way his muscles flex as he moves, the intense focus in his eyes.

He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I have ever seen.